Chapter 51

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

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The angel skull could catch holy light with its bare hands, and as its soul link, Ang naturally could do the same, but he had never tried it before. Now, he subconsciously reached out and succeeded.

However, his left hand, which had fused with the leather bracelet, showed no reaction, while his right hand smoked, clearly suffering from the damage of the holy light.

This was the normal holy light, which inflicted additional damage on undead beings and other heretics. Ang quickly released his right hand, leaving only his left hand to hold the holy light, and curiously examined it.

Having used purification spells frequently in recent days, Ang was already very familiar with holy light. At a glance, he noticed something abnormal about this holy light; it contained some invisible symbols.

These symbols were invisible to the naked eye, but Ang could sense their presence, somewhat like the symbols formed by the soul flames of Oak and Lisa in his soul.

However, what was even stranger was that although Ang could sense their presence and knew they were some kind of symbols, he couldn't see them clearly, as if they were shrouded in a fog.

Since he couldn't see them clearly, Ang stopped looking. He flipped his right hand and cast an enhanced purification spell, wiping away the symbols in the holy light. Then, imitating the angel skull, he bit into the holy light.

Seeing the heretic skull cast a powerful purification spell and bite into the holy light like it was chewing on sugarcane, the female priest's eyes widened in horror. The holy light was ineffective against heretics and was even being consumed by them, which was a matter of great concern for her faith.

After gnawing on the holy light, Ang smacked his lips and silently roared at the female priest, "Die!"

The Word of God: "Die!" hit the female priest, instantly enveloping her in a holy light. Light burst from her eyes, ears, and mouth, far more intense than when she cast it herself.

A few moments later, the holy light dissipated, and the female priest, though outwardly unharmed, fell to the ground with lifeless eyes, dead.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're getting more and more skilled with holy light. You can understand it just by touching it. But that makes sense; you are the faith, and your words are the law. What you say is the Word of God," Negris said, leaning in with a hint of jealousy.

The other female priest was still lying on the ground unconscious. Negris informed Lisa to come and carry her away.

When Lisa lifted the woman, she noticed that her body was stiff, and she smiled knowingly. How could an unconscious person's body be stiff?

Feeling mischievous, Lisa leaned close to the female priest's ear and whispered, "Your underwear is dirty..."

The female priest's ears quickly turned red with embarrassment.

"Alright, let's get down to business. What news do you have? How many bags of beets is it worth?" Negris asked.

A few minutes earlier, Negris had been indifferent to beets. He didn't eat them, and they weren't particularly rare.

But after Luthur demonstrated how to use beets to enhance his abilities, Negris immediately realized this was an opportunity to raise the price. The value of beets in his mind skyrocketed.

If he had to blame someone, it would be Luthur for being so showy.

"Ah? No, no, no, the real matter is borrowing troops. Borrowing troops is the real matter. Sir, please let the angel skull help me break the enemy's camp," Luthur said.

Ang shook his head.

"Ah? Why? Don't you hate these people from the Church of Light who consider the lich a heretic?" Luthur asked in surprise.

But before he finished, Negris tugged at him and gave him a disapproving look, clearly indicating that he didn't understand Ang.

Ang tilted his head, "What is hate?" He was a simple little skeleton, and while he had emotions, he wasn't always sure what they were called.

"It's like the demon Tulus who burned your fields. Do you hate him?" Negris, who understood Ang, asked, making Ang understand.

"I hate him," Ang said.

"The people from the Church of Light broke the Ice City, burned all the planting areas, and destroyed all the crops and fields," Negris said.

Before he finished, Luthur's face turned grave. This was a more serious issue. Even if he killed all the people from the Church of Light now, it wouldn't help. The planting areas were all burned, and the crops and fields were destroyed. Not only that, but all the food reserves in Ice City were gone. If he couldn't get food, even if he reclaimed Ice City, most of the people would still starve to death. The Church of Light was damn.

When Ang heard that the crops and fields were all burned, his mood wasn't good. He turned his head and called out, "Awo!"

A small zombie emerged from a pile of living soil, turned its head, and, upon seeing Ang, jumped out of the soil and ran to him.

When Ang was reincarnated as a bronze dragon, he transferred a pile of living soil to dehydrate the dragon's corpse. Now, it had become a mud pile for the small zombie, who loved to dig holes and burrow into it.

For zombies, living soil was the best desiccant.

Behind the living soil, the angel skull fluttered up.

"Wait, wait." Just as Luthur was about to lead the team, Negris held him back, "You haven't told us the good news yet. And why should Lord Ang help you? What's the equivalent?"

"Oh, right, right, the good news. I found information about the Everflowing Springstone," Luthur said. "I see that Lord Ang doesn't have a water source here. If we place an Everflowing Springstone here, it can provide a continuous supply of water for irrigation."

"Everflowing Springstone? You mean the one that never dries up, the one with holes that condense water from the air?" Negris asked in surprise. "That's a good thing."

"Yes, a good thing. I saw that Lord Ang has to cast spells to water the plants, which is very hard work. So I specifically inquired about this. The Everflowing Springstone is about the size of a human head, and it condenses water quite quickly, though cleaning its holes is a bit troublesome," Luthur said.

"Even if it's troublesome, it's still more convenient than fetching water. This thing is quite rare. Druids and elves like it, but elves have moon springs, which are better. How did you get this information? You want to trade it for a few bags of beets? And have Lord Ang help you break the enemy's camp? Why don't you just rob them?" Negris said.

"Hehe, besides condensing water, the Everflowing Springstone also releases some rare substances that are beneficial to plant growth. Getting this information was already quite difficult. Buying it? I can't afford it," Luthur said, smiling and looking at Ang.

Since he knew that Ang was obsessed with planting, he was sure that Ang would like this information.

Ang tilted his head and thoughtfully transferred a stone out, "Is this what you're talking about?"

The stone was about the size of a human head, porous, but the holes were filled with dust and moss.

"Everflowing Springstone? How did you get this?" Negris exclaimed.

"By the well, they're all there," Ang said, transferring out several more stones, each larger than a human head, with the largest one as tall as a person, like a stone pillar.

"Do you want to clean it? If the holes are blocked, it will be damaged?" Ang cast the Pollination spell, and the wind element formed a wind jet that sprayed onto the stone, like a high-pressure air gun, cleaning the moss and dust off the stone.

As the wind jet sprayed, some holes became unblocked, and the high-speed wind passing through them produced a whistling sound. The stone quickly became moist, and soon, water droplets began to form and flow down the stone.

It was indeed an Everflowing Springstone. When Luthur described it, Ang immediately thought of the dry well on the farm. The well was built with these porous stones, both at the well's mouth and inside. There was also a large stone pillar taller than a person next to it.

When he used to fetch water, Ang noticed water droplets flowing down the stone pillar, but at that time, he was just a small skeleton and didn't think much about it.

After the undead souls disappeared, no one cleaned the stone pillar and the stones around the well, and the moss and dust accumulated more and more until one day, the well dried up.

At that time, Ang's small brain didn't connect the dots. He just silently tried to find water, eventually inventing the Rain spell.

It wasn't until Luthur and Negris' conversation that he thought about the dry well and wondered if the porous stones might be Everflowing Springstones. After cleaning the holes, the wind could pass through them smoothly, and indeed, they were Everflowing Springstones.

Luthur's head buzzed. The well in this Watcher's farm was built with expensive Everflowing Springstones? How rich could he be?

Feeling deeply poor, Luthur reluctantly agreed to Negris' two conditions and borrowed the angel skull.

The group included those riding horses, flying, riding dragons, and being ridden, heading for Ice City.

To prevent the Sword Saint from raiding their camp, the Church of Light's team set up camp on the wasteland. They brought thick oilcloth tents that could block the Wind of Rest, but the Wind of Rest still caused them great suffering, leading to peeling skin, hair loss, sleep deprivation, necrotic toes, and hormonal imbalances.

They had sent several messages requesting a retreat, but the orders they received were to continue holding their position, with reinforcements on the way.

One day, as the Wind of Rest subsided, the people who had just emerged from their tents saw the enemy. Thousands of humans surrounded them from all directions.

"Be on guard! Set up the defense towers!" The people from the Church of Light were calm, each taking their defensive positions. They had been surrounded like this before, but the enemy couldn't break their camp.

By evening, before the Wind of Rest started again, the enemy would retreat in disarray.

The camp had an Everflowing Springstone that could condense enough water for everyone to drink in a day. So they didn't have to worry about a lack of water.

If it was left outside at night, it would condense even more water, enough for everyone to bathe. However, the Wind of Rest was strong, and the water it condensed was strange. When a purification spell was cast on it, the water turned black.

Normally, purified water should be clearer, so no one dared to use the water condensed by the Wind of Rest.

Drinking water and eating dry rations, they were confident they could hold out until the reinforcements arrived.

However, their confidence soon wavered. An angel and a skeleton emerged from the enemy ranks. The skeleton continuously cast holy light on the angel, and after about twenty times, the angel spread its wings.

A white light pierced the earth, hitting the camp's defense towers and fences, shattering them into pieces.

"Holy Light! It's Holy Light!" The camp echoed with the desperate cries of the people from the Church of Light. What could be more desperate than the angel they had always revered casting Holy Light on them?

"Teleportation array, the teleportation array is activated, reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here!" Just as despair began to set in, the teleportation array in the camp suddenly activated, pulling them back from the depths of despair.

A flash of white light, and a group of people appeared in the teleportation array. Leading them was a godly knight in silver and white armor, tall and muscular, with meticulously combed hair and a carefree smile—Leonard.